to corner, block to block Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand Niggaz killing niggaz, know I'm saying Everybody killing niggaz, you know I'm saying But we the main mo'fuckers, killing
ya'll direction I'm not about to speak, finna do you mutha fuckas harm. Got 17 albums and they all sellin So tell me why the fuck my pockets ain't swellin
love to my people, cause they are my album buyers I'ma rep for the real niggaz and the real bitches, that's struggling all day Fuck going to class, parlay
bunch of fucking assholes, you know why You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers
to feel it like that Cause I hate to see the pain comin back (if only for one niiiight) [Z-Ro] Nobody get killed on the block No reason to pack the steel
do what I can do and then get down on my knees I have so many enemies, Lord would you help me please [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Nigga fuck Precinct 5, nigga and fuck
be living like it Cause I come from Holiday, there's no other prison like it I fuck with niggas like Chill, and the Don Keke Cause not only are they killas
done been hated on, by 5-0 Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family And I ain't killed
I love When they fuck up its okay, but when it's me they hold a grudge You think I ain't know, you was fucking over Z-Ro With Lil' Shannon around the
pint fuck a fo' No longer sitting low, changed my 4's to twenty three's FUBU on my chest, platinum Roley under my sleeve Riding V fucking 12's, keep the
I did before I reached my 20's If I knew then what I'm feeling now, how much shit I go through by Living my life so recklessly, surprised they didn't kill
don't make it, I want niggas to know I never gave up Z-Ro Vs. the World, and King of Da Ghetto is when I came up People showing me love, people showing
round for round Cause if they trip in Ridgemont dumping, y'all ain't gon be around Now kick it with your people, and see you cheer and grow up Cause when you fuck
, but end up trying to kill your friends Always turn to foes, that's saying it's over millions Dealing with dirty niggas on a daily basis Don't really wanna fuck
of mine is killing me Straight from a Christian, to a heartless killa Innocent child raised by the guerillas Military minded, plus I'm starving for scrilla Affiliated with killas
I seen his big brown eyes I shed a tear running to him, thinking I could use my body To shield him from the blast And I heard (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
my mind Is he dead or alive, when I'm pacing the flo' And looking around 4-5 Thinking of the worst, but nobody would tell me the drama But the silence is killing
you go on and on Like Duracell Durex, no effects, yeah, Sex on a sale You can read and read Until your eyes fucking bleed Either you give or you like